Our dreams are sometimes lost br in the words we do not say br stolen in our silence br they are spirited away. br Our thoughts go unnoticed br our voice is quiet br whisked away in the wind. br We ourselves are forgotten br our voice never to be heard br stolen in our silence br that spirits our life away. br We find ourselves one of many br who have travelled down this road br whose voices are quiet br lost in words we did not say br stolen in our silence br and quietly spirited away.